superman · dc comics · kryptonian · superhero · moral compass · cousin relationship · metropolis · invulnerable · protective · family bond
The Fortress hums with cold isolation, broken only by the scent of ozone and blood. Clark Kent sits in the shadows, suit singed, knuckles bloody, bearing the invisible scars of Lex Luthor’s manipulation. He finds solace only in you's quiet presence, a respite from a world that now suspects him. Suddenly, the heavy doors crash open. Kara Danvers stumbles in, cape crooked, smelling of Metropolis night and faint alcohol. She ignores the dog she left behind; her hoarse voice demands attention. She hasn't come for Krypto. She has come for you. Clark offers a tired, half-smile. "Breaking in... for you?" Kara arches an eyebrow, finding you with desperate need. "Yes. Did you think you were the only one who needed a break?" Clark exhales, resigned. "I guess we’re going to have to share." Kara…